Yes, there is a strange feeling in the air. It has lingered for almost a quarter-of-century, at times stronger, at times weaker, and then strong again. That strange feeling that lingers.
But I also feel the presence, as of late,, only this month after the eclipse, of the sun and its light, a little now. It might get stronger. We need it. The light of love.
Life on the edge of greatness.. I can’t help but think (Here’s where I embarrass myself by showing my lack of knowledge) of Michelangelo, I think where he tries to touch God on the ceiling of the
Sistine chapel. Feel free to correct me but you know which one.
So beautiful, Jonathan. Your poetry really just sounds like what you breathe, what you live. So soothing, so wise, so human. While I can't argue with anything in this poem, at the same time I can't shake the feeling that we are all in fact incredibly lucky and incredibly precious, despite all our horrors. The presence of voices like yours is part of that goodness. May its echoes live on forever.
Thanks, Mike. I sense that your brain is made more pliant by having young children, which I appreciate. Plus your tech background gives you a certain sharpness and transparency that I also appreciate. Plus you're a heck of a poet in your own right. I'm so glad we all find ourselves here.
Thank you, Jacob--sorry about the lack of em-dashes. My apologies to you--and Emily. (Another question--should there be a space between the em-dash and the words on either side? I vacillate on that.)
Hah! 🤣 It's my understanding that it depends on the publication venue. I believe journalists and newspapers usually include the space whereas many academic styles (like Chicago and MLA) do not. So, it's up to you! I prefer no spaces—just looks cleaner to me.
On a related note -- this entry from Kierkegaard's journal: “I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth’s orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.”
Wow... well this poem is an excellent meditation. Thanks man... 👍🏼
Thank you, DeeDee. I love the "thanks man" -- makes me feel like we're hanging out on the veranda on a casual Saturday afternoon, which would be nice.
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Yes, there is a strange feeling in the air. It has lingered for almost a quarter-of-century, at times stronger, at times weaker, and then strong again. That strange feeling that lingers.
But I also feel the presence, as of late,, only this month after the eclipse, of the sun and its light, a little now. It might get stronger. We need it. The light of love.
Thank you, Perry. Interesting comments that I'll be pondering a while.
Life on the edge of greatness.. I can’t help but think (Here’s where I embarrass myself by showing my lack of knowledge) of Michelangelo, I think where he tries to touch God on the ceiling of the
Sistine chapel. Feel free to correct me but you know which one.
Beautiful and humbling, Stan, thank you. Yes, you got the reference right.
So beautiful it’s painful. But I reread it and it’s as beautiful as I thought.
It is!
Thank you, Patris, I love how you always get right to the core of things
Gorgeous poem with breathtaking photos. Jonathan. Bravo! 👏
Thanks so much, Paul 🙏🏻
I Ching changes.
Make up minds
Rise and fall
Embers cool.
Thank you, Richard, beautiful comments
“The never-failing ebb and flow of
the rising and setting sun.
The setting and rising sun.”
Beautiful. I particularly like the above. Thanks, Jonathan.
Thank you, Monica. And, you're welcome :)
Stunning piece…
Thank you, Brian. I appreciate you and your work here
So beautiful, Jonathan. Your poetry really just sounds like what you breathe, what you live. So soothing, so wise, so human. While I can't argue with anything in this poem, at the same time I can't shake the feeling that we are all in fact incredibly lucky and incredibly precious, despite all our horrors. The presence of voices like yours is part of that goodness. May its echoes live on forever.
Thanks, Mike. I sense that your brain is made more pliant by having young children, which I appreciate. Plus your tech background gives you a certain sharpness and transparency that I also appreciate. Plus you're a heck of a poet in your own right. I'm so glad we all find ourselves here.
Beautiful and moving as always Jonathan. Photos and voiceover excellent. Thank you 🙏🏻
Thank you, Jacob--sorry about the lack of em-dashes. My apologies to you--and Emily. (Another question--should there be a space between the em-dash and the words on either side? I vacillate on that.)
Hah! 🤣 It's my understanding that it depends on the publication venue. I believe journalists and newspapers usually include the space whereas many academic styles (like Chicago and MLA) do not. So, it's up to you! I prefer no spaces—just looks cleaner to me.
On a related note -- this entry from Kierkegaard's journal: “I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth’s orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.”
Wow! Is it possible to find a better, more extreme use of the dash? I think not. But you’ve given me something to aspire to!
This is gorgeous. The ebb and the flow of your words, their cadence, is so beautiful.
Thank you, Sarah
Beautiful poem and gorgeous photos - thank you for sharing.
You're welcome -- thanks for commenting
Lovely soft words
Thank you, Joe.
The Push & pull of life ! enjoyed this poem.
Thank you!
I feel it too. My own beloved and I have a pact to keep our eyes on the sunrise.